You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 725

Lydia had been staying at Michelle's house for the past two days, and they slept in the same bed.

Last night, Michelle told Lydia Nina had had been sleeping in this bed. Michelle and Lydia had been talking for a long time before they feel asleep.

But today, Michelle lay in the bed silently, staring at the ceiling as if in a daze. Ever since she came back from the flower shop, she had been acting odd. Nonetheless, she refused to tell anyone what she had just experienced back in the shop.

Since she had been silent the whole time, Lydia kept quiet as well.

The two just lay in the bed, waiting for sleep to catch up on them. But both of them weren't even close to being sleepy. In fact, Michelle felt as if her heart was choking with grief. It also didn't help that she took a nap that afternoon, so now she felt wide awake.

On the other hand, Lydia was still stuck in her own thoughts.

At first, she only had feeling that Michelle was sulking because of Leon. But now, she was sure that it was true. She heard Michelle mentioned something about the tie during her conversation with Leon on the phone.

It seemed like Michelle had changed her mind and didn't want to give the tie to Leon.

"Why?" Lydia pondered on this question for a long time until she finally asked the question out loud.

In the silence of the room, there was a rustling sound as she turned over. It was the sound of her skin rubbing against the quilt.

Michelle was caught off guard by her question. She tilted her head in confusion. "What? What do you mean?"

Her voice seemed soft and wane. Its usual vigor was missing.

"Why did you change your mind about the tie you planned on giving to Leon?" Lydia stared at Michelle's profile, outlined dimly in the dark. She tried to find some clues from her reaction.

Michelle was never good at hiding her emotions. As soon as she heard the word "tie," her eyes dimmed and her heart ached.

To hide her sadness, she slipped her head under the quilt, covering her entire face.

Her voice was dull as she said, "I just didn't want to give it to him anymore."

"You really don't want to tell me, huh?" Lydia propped herself up with her elbow and tried pulling the quilt off Michelle. But Michelle kept tugging it back up over her head.

Lydia sighed and decided to change her tactic.

She casually lay back down, closing her eyes as she said, "Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask anymore. Just remember that you can always come to me if you need some help with a problem that you can't solve. Just as how you are always there for me whenever I need help."

Michelle clenched her eyes around the quilt. Finally, her head popped out from under it, but only the top half of it was exposed.

The two of them were sharing the same quilt, so both of them were conscious of every little movement underneath it. But since Lydia's eyes were closed, she didn't see Michelle's head slipping out of the quilt. Nonetheless, she could feel her movements, and she knew that Michelle was finally going to say something.

Sensing that her other method had worked, Lydia continued, "If you're not going to say anything, I might end up falling asleep. But after tonight, I won't ask again, and if you want to ask something tomorrow, I won't answer. The decision is yours."

"How can you do this to me?" In a fit of anger, Michelle finally emerged from underneath the quilt. She furiously blew at the stray strands of hair that stuck to her face.

"I used to ask you questions before, and you always answered them no matter how much time had passed." At that moment, Michelle felt hurt. The corner of her lips were pulled down into a pout. Her lip jutting out a bit as if she would cry at any second.

Lydia wanted to burst out laughing at her friend's outburst. But she didn't want to annoy Michelle even further. In the end, she settled on saying this with a straight face, "Can't you do it now, then? The longer you keep your worries to yourself, the more miserable you'll become.

It's like when you leave a leftover meal overnight on the table. The longer it stays there, the more sour it gets until it gets spoiled. Who even wants to eat spoiled food? Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Lydia didn't know why Michelle was hurt like this. She watched as tears began streaming down Michelle's face. Michelle said stubbornly, "Then I'll put the leftover in the fridge. This way, it can last longer."

Lydia was stunned for a moment.

She sighed. "And how many days do you plan to keep it inside the fridge? It's October now. In two months, I will be taking my postgraduate exam. After Leon's birthday, I won't have time anymore to listen to your complaints."

The postgraduate entrance exam was a turning point in her life. It was her second chance to start all over again.

It was then that Michelle remembered that Lydia was planning to take her postgraduate exam soon. She suddenly felt guilty for bothering Lydia to help her prepare for Leon's birthday.

Before turning around, she forced back her tears and said, "I'm so sorry, Lydia."